light, a heavy pall hanging down from the zenith.  Walk overHarlem Ave.toInd.Church Rd.The sky clearing, the sun coming out at times clear and warm, snow and ice melting, rivulets dancing with sparkling light.  East onInd. Church Road.  Thousands of black birds or starlings feeding in the fields, over which ragged patches of sunlight flowed in bewildering manner.  Bus at foot of bridge home.
     P.M. B & I to,Buffalo to buy Easter things for the children.  The air full of racy tang.  To market to see flowers.  Home on3:00bus.
     To Studio – getting up my courage I burn many more pictures and feel more light-hearted tonight!
                                                                            Fri. April 8, 1932
     In bed a week with gripp – then whole family got it.
     Yesterday P.M. by bus toJamison Rd.then walk east to Skunkcabbage swamp.  A quiet warm day – I sweat as I go along – the flaming yellow willow – Dry white mud along the road glaring in the sun (it recalled a thrill of my boyhood when the tops of muddy ruts out in front of our house first turned white in March) – My legs are weak, but the landscape opening up before me as I strode along was like a benediction – I could scarcely look enough.  Things have a bleached out pale look in the hot white sunlight.  The east and north sides of hills have great patches of old dirty snow – it does not suggest snow at all – The brilliant red willows.
     The swamp – a confused babel of toads and frogs – skunk-cabbage well up – the atmosphere of the swamp fills me with vague yearning and sadness and pleasure –
     On return – snowdrops in a yard – one of the most startling and beautiful flowers of early spring – how can I look long enough – love of their beauty is agonizing – the asphalt road catches a glare from the sun, which is growing misty, trees are black against it.
     Today – the heavy rain and mists – the sir seems full of the calls of meadowlarks and toads – mounting paper in studio –
     P.M.  helping Bertha rearrange bed – rooms – grackles around studio.
     Spring beauties and hepaticas coming up – I got the latter